The Song
From refuge to riches
They scaled mountain walls
Followed the rivers old
Rivers gold.
The song of drifting
By tidal wave
By summer and autumn fall
Refugee of war.
She held a child
To her bleeding chest
Heart open wide
Love song cried.
North wind blows
Beckons in whispers low
To a cold place unknown
This is where they go.
The Earth, an unreachable shore.
